there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Oh? Is he listing a thousand different ways that Stormbreak is not his favourite place?" Ronin wonders with a lopsided smile, though he takes his husband's ribbing with a pinch of salt. Stormbreak belongs to him now after all - perhaps he'll paint all the buildings in brighter colours. Maybe that will help.
"There wasn't much anyone could do, not even me," he tells Maeve sadly, shifting to kneel before the shrine as they come upon it, starting to arrange his offering. "The Tower still fell at the end of it all. I just hope we can rebuild as much as possible."
A smile flickers across Ronin's face to hear all about Maeve and Edmund and Torchline, the Huntsman finishing his arrangement and straightening up again. "Perhaps I will have to drop by for tea when we are done here," he suggests, putting on a tone of lofty airs and graces that would befit a balmy afternoon tea.
The mention of a dinner party piques his interest, of course - mainly the dinner element, but parties are good too. "He did not. How rude. Tell me everything."
"There wasn't much anyone could do, not even me," he tells Maeve sadly, shifting to kneel before the shrine as they come upon it, starting to arrange his offering. "The Tower still fell at the end of it all. I just hope we can rebuild as much as possible."
A smile flickers across Ronin's face to hear all about Maeve and Edmund and Torchline, the Huntsman finishing his arrangement and straightening up again. "Perhaps I will have to drop by for tea when we are done here," he suggests, putting on a tone of lofty airs and graces that would befit a balmy afternoon tea.
The mention of a dinner party piques his interest, of course - mainly the dinner element, but parties are good too. "He did not. How rude. Tell me everything."
RONIN
